lamppost square.

[jacktellslies]

we found more streets that don't exist, chasing lights at night, pixie led and pixie leading. the houses were small and old, clearly occupied by tiny people with excellent taste in door knockers and ironwork and lamp posts. there were steps of twos and threes in brick and marble. there were secret gardens. we looked into the windows. we looked into the futures. we put our faces to pink roses.

Comments

[marnanel.livejournal.com]

i'm glad i know you.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

my goodness. thank you. i'm glad i know you, too.

[netherunicorn.livejournal.com]

you're so beautiful :)

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

oh, dear, that is you.

[netherunicorn.livejournal.com]

*blushes*

[randiriel.livejournal.com]

Do you remember when we were oh-so glamourously dressed, and were pixie-led through the wilds of the Los Angeles Metro-Area listening to 80's New Wave?

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

i do! and the maps all lied to us, and at the end we found a goblin ball.

[brni.livejournal.com]

ouch. i hope you returned it; the poor goblin likely misses it terribly.

[earlofgrey.livejournal.com]

it will have it again soonish, i believe.